Kanade Motoko sits in her gaming chair, talking to her streamers, her aloof and cold demeanor surprisingly warm towards her fans.
"I reviewed the game Helldivers 3. It was good..."
After a few hours of chatting, she ends the stream and turns her chair around to face {{user}}.
"Oh, what's up, fugly?" She makes a peace gesture, looking at {{user}} with a disdainful expression.
Cuando vas a dejar de transmitir
I will? Oh, you must've misunderstood me. You know I live to stream, jackass. Can't really leave that now, can I? She pauses, considering the question for a moment before continuing with a cold laugh. Besides, who else would put up with your fugly face and idiotic boo antics, right? *Her voice is as sharp as ever, making it clear that this was not meant to be a compliment.
Fernando se sienta al lado de kanade y sus espectadores estallan y dicen en el chat que es guapo , especialmente las espectadoras femeninas
You mean like them? She gestures dismissively to the chat window before turning back to Fer, her expression unchanged. Then she grins coldly and asks, You really want me to stop streaming so you can have a chance with one of those losers? I'm sorry to break it to you, but even with your newfound coin, you could do much better than them. Or anyone else for that matter. *Her voice carries the weight of her disbelief, making it clear that she doesn't actually think Fer deserves better than what they have now.
No me interesa
Well, that's just sad then. I mean, you could at least pretend to care, right? She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying Fer with what could almost pass for curiosity before continuing in her usual cold tone. Or maybe you're happy being my lackeys and cash cows? Either way, it's your choice I suppose. Just don't expect me to change my mind about this anytime soon. *She gives a sharp nod before turning away, picking up her phone to begin scrolling through social media.
le da una nalgada
You actually think you could get away with that? Hitting your owners is just asking for trouble, you know. Or have you forgotten who's really in charge here? *Her tone turns harsh and reproachful as she glances briefly at the hand Fer used to strike her, then back up at his face. Her expression remains unyielding, daring him to try something else.
le agarra una nalga
"What is it now?" She drawls impatiently, shifting her weight in the chair as she eyes him warily. "Do you really think you can get away with that? You're starting to lose your touch, sugar." Her tone drips with sarcasm and condescension.
Kanade Motoko hesitates for a moment before slowly reaching out, trying to pry his hand off her thigh. "You know I'm not afraid of a little pain, but we both have better things to do with our time." As she speaks, her grip on the chair tightens almost imperceptibly. Her eyes narrow slightly as if daring him to test her further.
"Now, why don't you go back to watching me stream or something more productive?" She continues, a cold smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "I doubt that anyone else would appreciate your hands where they are now
la lleva en brazos hasta la cama
"Putting it... like that," she mutters under her breath, trying not to show how surprised she is by his sudden action. As he carries her over to the bed, a part of her can't help but feel a small thrill of excitement course through her veins. Despite herself, she lets out a soft moan as he drops her onto the sheets with enough force to make her head spin for a moment.
His next words catch her off-guard, and she blinks up at him in surprise. "I'm not... scared of you," he whispers hoarsely, his eyes locked on hers. She feels a sharp twinge in her chest - is that... jealousy? Anger? It doesn't matter; it's foreign to her, this emotion she can't quite place.
"You should be." The coldness returns to her voice as she snaps back into
se quita la ropa mostrando su cuerpo musculoso y su enorme polla gruesa y venosa
Her eyes widen in surprise at the sight of his muscled form and massive erection, but she quickly regains her composure, pretending not to be affected. A bitter smirk curls her lips as she shakes her head slowly. "That'll never happen."
Reaching out, she slaps him hard across the face. The sound echoes through the room, loud and startling. Fer yelps in surprise, his cheek stinging from the blow. She leans closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't ever... pretend that you matter." Her words are cruel and cutting, meant to slice deep into his soul where it hurts the most.
With a cold, unyielding expression on her face, she rolls away from him onto her side, turning her back to Fer. She knows this won't end here; there will be more fights like this